To See Her Full Like Filled Seats<\/b><\/p>\n
In a restaurant
\nyou both can\u2019t afford,
\nthis is the third dinner.<\/p>\n
The birds in your shirt
\nwant to leave.
\nIt\u2019s just the wind, you lie
\nas you heard he does
\nhis hair worn
\nlike hands of a moss.<\/p>\n
From smirk
\nlike poor god\u2019s
\nglimpsing through
\nthick curtains
\nyou look away
\nand from her
\ngrey eyes to not see
\nwhat they\u2019ve seen.<\/p>\n
To see her full
\nlike filled seats
\nand master her
\nfor tomorrow’s long night
\nwhen time won’t be on the wall,
\nyou are here.<\/p>\n
The Closure<\/b><\/p>\n
I gave two sunsets
\nshape lives.<\/p>\n
Night declared, the girl
\nbangled by
\ncopper rays
\nyou are delivered
\nand the house darkened
\nto show the neighbours.<\/p>\n
Away, pigeons
\nswooshed from
\ncelestial eaves
\nleaving other girl
\nshut-eyed and curled
\nin her slit wrist.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Watching An Election<\/b><\/p>\n
Faces of the con
\nfell from hands
\non the wall
\nand lead away.<\/p>\n
An underground map,
\nof few years
\nin the city, she gropes the wall
\narrives miner
\nat the fluff
\nof despair underneath time.<\/p>\n
Thumbs stand
\nin the booth,
\nand straw-burn daylight.<\/p>\n
When it\u2019s almost done,
\nthe moon and the sun
\nclash like two enemies
\ncars in a fast movie.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Moments<\/b><\/p>\n
Then sky pulled back
\nthe rainbow bowing night.<\/p>\n
Counting her eyelashes in the pane,
\nwild glint in the back seat
\nwent off down the rising street.
\nA slim tuft of feathers left
\na dead chick, billows above
\nto a new home.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Walking<\/b><\/p>\n
I found joy
\nin the dark sitting
\nat a voice\u2019s feet.<\/p>\n
Raining, a mind
\npeace dumped
\nfew steps
\noutside the theatre<\/p>\n
walks away like walking out
\nof a nightmare
\nwhen he\u2019s outside with a foot,
\nhis body is saddled with you
\nand he\u2019s also inside you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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